stay curious, stay weird, stay kind

all those posts that are like "you and your blorbo swap lives" "draw your blorbo in your outfit" etc etc are fun and all but every time im like. bold if you to think i have a singular blorbo. its a bleebus circus up in here.

Fascinated by the thought of the plural of blorbo being bleebus

I kindof assumed the plural of blorbo would be Blorbai

You can, of course, also spell the plurals "blorbi" and "bleebi" which will produce a whole lot of wildly incorrect linguistics discourse.

waiter waiter more depictions of traumatised malnourished characters putting on some weight postcanon to show their recovery from the horrors please !!!!!!!!!!!

Hey you, yeah, you, give that character a mobility aid. Do it. That girl who canonically has a leg injury? Give her a cane. That guy that doesn't have a canonical injury but whom you feel ok your heart is definitely chronically ill? Give him a wheelchair. That character you headcanon as disabled because they just kinda feel like it in your head? Give them crutches! That character you really really like and really really relate too? Give em a rollator! Sky's the limit! Go wild! People are gonna have problems with us creating a space for ourselves regardless, might as well bring a few of our favorite characters and OCs with us!

like to charge, reblog to cast.

like to charge, reblog to cast.

like to charge, reblog to cast.

destroying and betraying yourself for nothing all by yourself, handsome?

I walk through a tiny unlit park and for 40 feet I'm eight years old about to get in trouble for sneaking out without telling anyone, and nine years old experiencing the betrayal of being told I'm not my best friend's best friend, and ten years old doing a big stupid 'art project' on a giant damp piece of paper in the grass, and eleven years old swinging on the swings talking to my new best friend about how grown up we are compared to my old best friend, and twelve years old wearing goth makeup and too much jewelry screaming and dancing around in a rainstorm with both of them, and thirteen years old orbiting a pair of kids younger than us smoking meth under the slide, and fourteen years old daringly befriending the scary bike kids, and fifteen and sixteen and seventeen years old taking a shortcut through the 'baby park' to go out for the night, and eighteen and nineteen years old sitting on the swings listening to music for hours so I don't have to go home yet. we're all there together. a decade is 40 feet long.

Always bear in mind that there is absolutely no legitimate evidence that Luigi was actually the one who killed the insurance company guy.

Of course he wasn't. He was at a party with me that day.